Baited

that fish patiently wait at interface of water and fate burping bubbles for their troubles water bugs and mosquitoes unwilling, unsettling for nibbling placebos acting on a deeper, more hungry drive to ascend today, eager to stay alive jaws set wide for voracious consumption sweet thorax collapses to juicy bite hooked into a jarring compunction steeling the air now, a painful insight to bait, to fish, to hunger, to wish to fish, to bait, to consume, to sate ichthyes pisces, jumpin' Jehovah might these waggin' winged fins fly these troubles away jumpin' the air and pulling the lines hard to believe that the mettle redefines the parts played of the hunter and hunted penetrating mistakes are now confronted shoulda looked at bit harder towards a bait to now spit out this damned curved harpoon at any rate, it's beyond meaningful debate escaping unlikely - freedom inopportune panning to sky, maybe panned over fire maybe that end ain't so bad after all peckishly satiating lifes consuming desire fish for a fisherman so that life takes all © Goode Guy 2013-06-19